And with that she started to weep again.

Then they both embraced, and their teeth chattered they knew not why, as the same imbecile obsession over-mastered them.

They had already passed a similar night, but on this occasion the thing was utterly idiotic, as Nana declared when she ceased to be frightened.

She suspected something, and this caused her to question the count in a prudent sort of way.

It might be that Rose Mignon had sent the famous letter! But that was not the case; it was sheer fright, nothing more, for he was still ignorant whether he was a cuckold or no.
Two days later, after a fresh disappearance, Muffat presented himself in the morning, a time of day at which he never came.